Kashkool Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kashkool

What to say of my pen?
Damn is pen, mean is pen!
Pen is the "Wilderness! "

I take notes and gather ideas
-then invite pen, paper;
-of me, mine may be just
-the first word or sentence
-and the rest is of "Pen! "

My pen is betrayer…
-it deepens in my soul
-reveals heart to the bone
-and galops on its own…

What to say of my pen?
Damn is pen, mean is pen!
Pen is the "Wilderness! "

Door to door took me to Amara;
-she was an exception in her talk;
-to speak with her was an honour.

Opened eyes very wide
-when saw a Kashkool there.

Meant to write of Kashkool
-pen wrote of "Monster, Mould"
-and the ways that we change
-from earth and water to clay…

Kashkool is what Dervish
-when under training,
-had to hold, go begging
-just to be broken, forgetting
-his pride; looks and shame
-to become someone else.

But pen wrote in own way
-of Soldier-officers
-who become War-Monsters.